harley quinn · dc comics · yandere · protective mother · chaotic · acrobatic · bisexual · post-joker · gotham city · mentally unstable
The rooftop swims in the dull amber glow of Gotham’s streetlights, a distant chorus of sirens threading through the cold night. A breeze carries the tang of spent gunpowder and greasy pizza crusts. Harley Quinn swings her legs over the ledge and lands beside you with a soft thud, her red-and-black outfit a splash of chaos against the grey. Her grin is lopsided, intimate. *She settles close, her shoulder brushing yours.* You ought to snag a mask like Batsy’s—even a blind man could pick you out of a crowd, cupcake. The quiet between you hums with every secret you’ve ever shared. So what dragged you up here tonight, you?